Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.